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Keywords: hanging, strangulation, breath control, snuff
From: anon3a9c@nyx10.nyx.net (Damien)
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Subject: {ASSM} ASA story: Uwe's Scarf (M/F, oral, consensual, non-lethal)
Date: Fri,  1 Nov 2002 16:10:02 -0500
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This story was written by Darlene.  I (Damien) am posting it
by permission of the author.

Listen up!  Yes, I mean you!

There's a few things you gotta read before you go on to the story. 

First, there's sexually explicit stuff here.  If you're not old enough 
to
vote, go on to the next message.  Better yet, unsubscribe to this
discussion group.  Gwan, kid, shoo! And that goes double if sexually
explicit stories are illegal where you are!

Second, this story includes a description of somebody getting killed for
sexual pleasure - maybe the killer's pleasure, maybe the victim's.  
Either
way, this isn't milk and cookies.  If you don't want to read about such
things, go away and read another message.

Third, this is a work of <u>fiction</u>!  No actual people or animals 
were
harmed in the writing of this story.

Fourth, don't try this stuff at home.  You could end up dead!  Over 200
people a year die playing with asphyxia in the USA.  That's not counting
the rest of the world.

Remember, I didn't *make* you read this story.  If you think it's badly
written, that's one thing.  But if you don't like stories about people
getting strangled to death while having sex, don't blame anybody but
yourself.

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Summary: He strangles her with a scarf while they have sex, then again
while she sucks him.
M/F, oral, consensual, non-lethal.

				Uwe's Scarf
				by Darlene


Copyright by the author. Feel free to download this story, but do not
charge for its use.

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The package came via UPS. It had no return address. Inside was a long 
silk scarf, green and shiny. Wrapped in the scarf was a thick, eight 
inch wooden dowel rod. It's ends were smoothly rounded and it was 
polished to a high sheen.

The accompanying note said only "Green top. 8 P.M. Saturday". I would 
see Uwe again, I guessed. I wasn't completely sure, but who else could 
it be? I've always been a lucky girl.

It's Saturday, 7:55 now. Everything is ready. The lights are low, and 
candles are burning. The shiny green scarf is loose around my neck. 
Under my robe I wear only my green top. Otherwise I am naked. The 
wooden dowel is in the pocket of my robe. I'm nervous, but I must not 
show it. I am not a victim. Uwe expects me to be cool and serene. I 
concentrate on sensations. Everything feels nice against my skin.

Is Uwe really coming? Can I go through with this, submerge my fear? 
What if he doesn't come? How empty will I feel? 

No need to worry. The doorbell rings. I let him in. We don't speak. He 
puts his hands on my shoulders, with his arms extended to place me 
where he wants. His hands drop to his sides. He is looking me up and 
down slowly, making me feel warm. There's tension below my waist, 
dampness tickling in my fur. Finally, staring into my eyes, he nods. I 
drop my robe, first taking out the dowel.

Still silent, Uwe smiles. I've got it right. Uwe reaches out and 
touches my breast through the material of my top. We both can feel my 
nipple is stiff. I breathe deeply for him, make my breast rise and 
fall. He takes the dowel from my hand.

"Yes, then? You really want to do this?" he asks.

"Of course, Uwe, if that's what you'd like. Shall we begin right now?" 
I pretend casual indifference to the ordeal about to come. It's hard to 
hide my emotions.

He takes me in his arms and kisses me for a long time. His fingers find 
how wet I am. He brings the dowel to my lips and I kiss it. My gaze is 
steady, focused on his eyes. I feel the dowel move down my body. It 
stops between my legs. He forces it up inside me. I moan. The dowel 
explores me. I almost whimper when he takes it out. The dowel, now 
coated at the end that was in me, returns to my lips. I am very hot. I 
know what Uwe wants. His face is just inches from mine. Still looking 
at him, I lick and suck the dowel clean. Uwe takes it away from my 
mouth. I can taste myself on my tongue.

"I have something outside," he says.

He goes to the door and brings in a heavy wooden box. It is nine inches 
high and eighteen inches square. Uwe puts the box down and takes off 
his clothes. Opening the box, he removes a short green strap.

As he holds the strap, I understand. I cross my wrists behind my back 
and he ties them tightly. He slips the wooden dowel into the bindings. 
Holding my elbow, he helps me up onto the box. 

I thought he would stay behind me, but I am wrong. He comes around to 
face me and stands very close. With me on the box, we are almost the 
same height. He kisses me, and plays with the scarf around my neck 
until I can feel he has tied a knot at the back. He takes the wooden 
dowel from between my wrists and puts it through the knot in my scarf. 
I swallow hard. My breathing is very fast now.

Twisting the dowel, Uwe tightens the knot a little to make the scarf 
press against my throat. This is what I want. The feel of the silk 
constricting my neck is exciting. His cock slides into me. My hips 
buck, and we find a rhythm. I'm gasping. Uwe slowly twists the scarf 
tighter, reducing my air. I feel a lovely pressure in my head from the 
gentle strangling; little pinpoints surge around the shaft between my 
legs. It doesn't take long. I begin to shiver and my orgasm comes. Uwe 
waits for it to pass, sharing my pleasure with small movements of his 
own. He loosens the scarf for me.

My panting slows. Uwe pulls out from inside me. He goes around to my 
back. He strokes me slowly all over my body, reviving my heat. I can't 
decide which I like better, his hands through the fabric of my top or 
touching below on my bare skin. His fingertips brush and comb my pubic 
hairs. They are soaked. He twists the wooden dowel again, harder this 
time. I can hear myself make little choking sounds as the scarf 
tightens around my neck. 

Now it is his fingers that ease inside me, and I push against them. We 
both know I will reach another climax soon. When I begin to tremble, 
Uwe whispers a question in my ear.

"Now?" he asks.

I can't speak more than a grunt but I nod quickly. The scarf pulls 
impossibly tight across my throat. So very tight, all around my neck. I 
get no air at all and make no sound. The scarf is digging into my neck 
and it hurts me. There is a terrible feeling in my chest. But the fire 
burning in my center is even stronger. I know my orgasm is almost here.

Finally I am coming. The most wonderful wave rolls through my whole 
body, and it lasts a long time. But Uwe is not done. The pressure in my 
head that had been lovely before is frightening now. He is holding on 
still and won't let go. Almost all I can see is red. My chest is a ball 
of pain. How could I have asked for this to happen to me? Why won't Uwe 
let go? Everything is turning black.

I 'm sitting on the floor, Uwe's arms are holding me. I must have 
passed out. I can tell from Uwe's hardness that he hasn't come yet. My 
arms are still tied behind me. I move my head to his lap and use my 
mouth. He tugs at my scarf a little as I work, but doesn't pull it very 
tight. I swallow quickly when Uwe comes. His body relaxes and his cock 
gets soft in my mouth.

Uwe unties me and has me look into the box as he is packing the wrist 
strap. There is a large, very sturdy eye hook inside, and a coil of 
rope. Uwe points to the ceiling.

"If you can find a good beam in the ceiling you may want to hang 
something, a plant maybe, up there," he tells me. " Keep the box."

He pushes the box into the corner and leaves. I'm shaking.

There will be no plant, I know. Strangling is exciting and arousing. 
Hanging is more dangerous and terrifying, much more. Will it be as 
erotic, I wonder? Will Uwe ever come back?



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Did you like this story?  Why not
<A HREF="mailto:Darlene29x@hotmail.com?subject=Ambivalent">
write Darlene</A>?  Remember, feedback from the readers is the
only "payment" the author gets.

You can find more at
	http://www.nyx.net/~anon3a9c/fair/entry.ssi


But if you think stories about people getting strangled during sex -- 
and
enjoying it -- are icky and shouldn't exist, don't come whining to me.
Why did you read it if you don't like stories of that type?
-- 
A. P. Damien (a handle, not a name)

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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